(Blake's POV)
The rain has not stopped yet, and I was praying it won’t. I stood by the doorway listening to the hissing rain. Perhaps if it was just a drizzle, Tara must have pushed me away. I suddenly worried about their place because there were no lamp posts outside, and the only lights came from the inside of the house. My heart was aching as I recalled the day her father died, and I was furious again.
“Uhm... Blake?” I turned around to see Ivana. She smiled shyly. “Please join us in dinner,” She invited.
I nodded and followed her, although I was not hungry yet. I saw Tara sitting on the head seat, Gianna sat on her left-hand chair and Jules beside her. Ivana pulled the chair on Tara’s right-hand but did not sit there. She sat on the next chair beside it. I assumed it was for me, so I sat down quietly.
“What’s wrong?” Gianna gave Jules a look
